#sub satoru

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Anime:Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1300+ words.

Summary:Where Satoru is very whiny and needy and just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Warnings: Groping, grinding, hair pulling, footjob, overstimulation.

Note: I have not written smut in like two years.

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It’s one of those days where you’re busy, and it’s one of those days where Satoru is definitely not busy. Actually, he has too much time on his hands, or in this case—too much you on his hands.

“Gojo,” you said sternly as you felt his hand sneak up your shirt for the fiftieth time today, and it wasn’t even lunch yet.

“Gojo?” he asked, and you could hear the pout. If you turned around, you’d definitely see it, sparkly eyes and all.

“Yes.Gojo,” you emphasised. You don’t call him Gojo, not since you two started dating. It was Satoru, Toru, or many of the pet names you’ve given him. Many which he adored. The only time you ever called him Gojo was when you had to be stern. When you were serious or angry.

He whined, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck as he tightened his grip on your body. You sat on his lap from his insistence, and continued to do your work, scribbling down notes. But oh boy, was Satoru continuously getting handsy. First it started with holding your hand and playing with your fingers. Then rubbing your thigh. Groping your ass. Sliding his thumbs across your waist. Each time, a stern snap of his name to discourage him from touching you any further seemed to produce the exact oppositeresult.

So if it’s attention he wants, then you weren’t giving it to him. You’ve told him your paperwork was due this evening. He could at least leave you for another hour, but no, Satoru was being a brat. Suppose you’ve spoiled him a little too much, but how could you not? He flashes a smile at you and suddenly, all you want to do is give him all the love. Damn. Was this what they called whipped?

Satoru hesitantly brought his hand up your shirt again but you didn’t react. He pinched his brows together, squinting at your face which gave no indication you noticed. A little more courageous, he grabbed your breast and squeezed gently. Nothing. Okay. That’s suspicious. 

“Darling?” He placed his chin on your shoulder, staring up at you while he kneaded your breast. “Honey?”

No answer. 

Oh. Okay. He gets it now. “Sweetheart? My love? The light of my life? The very reason for my existence? Are you ignoring me, perhaps?”

Fuck, the man was distracting, but you were a woman of patience and great virtue. You could handle this. Easy. 

Satoru smirked. He could play this game too, sure he would win. You always cracked and though that meant he was punished, well, the whole point was to be punished, right? He wasn’t doing this for a reward. Not at all. 

His soft breath tickled your neck as he got bolder, fingers pinching your nipple. You twitched but continued concentrating on your work, which, quite honestly, wasn’t happening. His lips were on your neck and his other hand was travelling to your crotch. He pressed you as close to him as possible and you all but forgot how to hold a pen. 

“Aren’t I turning you on?” Satoru asked quietly, a smugness to his tone which was stripped away with a groan as he grinded against your ass. “Hm? Aren’t you going to punish me for touching you without permission…mistress?”

Oh, fuck. The son of a bitch. He knew exactly what he was doing. Calling you mistress was a sure fire way to get you into the mood, switching something on in you that only came out in the bedroom. 

He was outright grinding on you now, grunting, his bulge pressed up against you. His finger traced your crotched, other hand moving to give your other breast attention. You clenched your teeth, finger tapping on your pen. A brat. An absolute brat. 

“Mistress,” Satoru whined. “Don’t you want to touch me back? Ruin me? I want you to. I want you. Please?”

You snapped. 

Grinding back on him and eliciting a sharper groan, you turned your head around to glare. “Why do you have to be so disobedient, Toru?”

He grinned. “Don’t make me spell it out. I love being punished by you, mistress.”

You huffed and grabbed his hands, removing them from you. Standing up, you turned around to see a lost and needy expression paint Satoru’s face. Were you wet? Absolutely. The sight of him on the chair, a bulge in his pants, looking up at you desperately was all that was needed to have you clenching around nothing.

“Since my little brat is so needy for punishment—” you reached out and grabbed his hair, tugging it back to reveal his neck. He moaned. “—shouldn’t the punishment be not to punish you?”

“Mistress!” He pouted. 

“Hands on the side of the chair and keep it there,” you snapped and his arms came up to rest on them. You placed your foot on the edge of the chair, pushing it back so you had more room. Releasing your grip on his hair, you sat on top of the desk and stared down at him while he shivered from your look alone. 

“Miss—oh, fuck me!” Satoru threw his head back as you pressed your foot against his bulge. “Miss—miss, please!”

“Hm?” You had an elbow on your knee, foot unmoving. “Oh, I’m just thinking that if you so desperately want me to touch you, I won’t give you that. You’ve been naughty, love.”

“Ngh,” Satoru moaned, grinding onto your foot, seeking any sort of friction. “Ah. Hah. Mistress, please. I want you to—to touch me.”

“I am, aren’t I? You can grind against my foot like the pretty little whore you are. You can even cum if you want. Don’t you think I’m being quite nice and merciful for someone so disobedient?” You pressed down a little harder, careful not to hurt him, and Satoru moaned pitifully, his hips jerking and growing faster. 

“Touch you,” Satoru gasped. “I want to touch you too. Please, mistress? Please?” His hands were twitching on the armchair, clenching into fists and unclenching as if he didn’t know what to do with them. 

“So demanding for someone being punished,” you tsked, tilting your head to the side. “Do you think you can do anything because of your pretty face?”

“…ha, yes? I—oh shit!”

You had grabbed onto his hair again, pulling his face closer to you as you leaned down. His hips got more erratic, the chair squeaking underneath his movements. Tongue sticking out, his swirling eyes looked up at you, grunts and moans slipping from his mouth like a symphony.

“Ah, ah, I’m going to cum,” Satoru whimpered. “Please, can I come? Can I come, mistress?”

“Yes, darling. I don’t go back on my words.” You sneered down at him, a gleam in your eyes. “Go ahead. You can cum.”

“Thank you,” he gasped, rutting against your foot so hard, you had to push back to maintain a semblance of keeping steady. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You watched as his hips grew jerky and slow as he panted, breath fanning your knee. Your hand scratched his head and he closed his eyes, leaning into you and whimpering softly. You stared down at the wet stain in his pants with a smirk and then asked, “Why did you stop?”

“Ngh!Ah! Fuck!” Satoru sobbed out as you rubbed your foot against his cock, sensitive from cumming. “Wait, wait, it’s—it’s sensitive! Miss, miss, please! Wait!”

“I thought you wanted to cum, darling? I thought you were so needy and desperate for me, you were willing to cum while grinding on my ass?” You continued to tease his cock, running your foot up and down, watching it rise again. “You’re going to fuck my foot and cum like the naughty boy you are until I say you can stop. Understand?”

“Gah! Shit! Yes, mistress!”